Experimented and tested on by the Nazis, Captain Drake Devilin and his troop of beasts are made into something unholy. Unwilling to serve as a guinea pig for the government any longer, Drake has only one thing on his mind … his beautiful wife, but instead finds himself involved in a war of the supernatural kind. Further pressure mounts when Drake uncovers that a stranger from Sienna’s past is responsible for the rash of supernatural crimes plaguing an enchanted underwater city.
After beating an evil sorcerer at his own game, Sienna Devilin awaits her husband’s return from Germany. Once Drake Devilin arrives, Sienna can tell something is different about the captain. Moody and temperamental, Sienna doesn’t know what to think when he turns down a fight to help with a fresh crop of engineered monsters.With World War II in full swing, Drake is unable to talk his wife out of their new obligation. Sienna is more determined than ever to fight off demons from her past and monsters in their not too distant future.
Can I see a raise of hands of people afflicted with the condition of coulrophobia … A little higher over there in the corner. Okay, now that we have that taken care of, I can start. My name is Kenya and I’m not afraid of clowns, I just hate them with a white-hot passion. Apparently there is no term for hatred of clowns but there is a fear, so we’re going with that for the time being.
Previously I shared with you my irrational hatred of zombies. Now, if I were to so happen to stumble upon a zombie clown, then the word fear could be thrown into the mix (I am positive these are these things everyone thinks about, right?). The psychotic break that would happen would be so fierce that Linda Hamilton’s character Sara Conner in Terminator 2 would be diminished to a white, fluffy ball of sweetness compared to me. Remember the scene where she one-hand pumped the shotgun, and then shot it in a continuous fashion at the terminator? (Yeah, I’m just saying.)
I read Stephen King’s It in grade school and was freaked out by that nasty ass clown. Pennywise was a monster that enticed children with balloons and jokes to feed off their fear and kill them. Oh the inhumanity! Thankfully pop culture gave us a reprieve from the clowns until a few years later when those horrible B movies Killer Klowns from Outer Space. I did not watch this uncouth type of cinema. Crappy ‘B’ movies are my big brothers’ department and unfortunately still are. I only saw snippets of these terrible movies on my way past the TV. My brothers were often entranced with garbage that James Lipton would pop his tooth open and chew on the arsenic pill if he had a choice.
Honestly, I think Stephen King ruined the whole clown love for everyone, or should I say Tim Curry was the culprit. He was a sweet transvestite from Transylvania, why the hell would want to be seen as that freak who pulled Teddy into the sewer? My point is there is no wide array of clown love, people don’t like grown men who put make-up on and dance around with oversized shoes. The only clown I’ve ever seen tolerated for any extended length of time is Ronald McDonald, and that probably has to do with him having a cheeseburger in hand.
I’m surprised more writers don’t use clowns as antagonists. I guess there’s not a whole lot they can do with them. For me, my irrational hatred started with my parents. My parents pretty much started all my irrational hatred; yes, they were those types of parents. On Halloween while trick or treating as Diana Ross or was it a fairy, who knows? My parents decided to share the story about John Wayne Gacy with their children; my brothers weren’t concerned, which baffled me because John Wayne Gacy’s targets were of their species. I, on the other hand, was able to roam among the big red noses and painted sad faces of the world freely. Maybe, I was scared one of them would get grabbed before they could do the candy trade we performed on every Halloween, but I digress, from that night on a clown hater was born.
Excerpt:Light snow fell to the earth. The flakes melted nearly as quickly as they landed. Drake welcomed the fresh air.
Yards from the house he tracked his wife’s scent near the horse’s paddock. Sienna stood under the full moon in front of the big animals that grazed by the fence. He worked his way past the medical tents to join her. Pretty and peaceful, it was no wonder she came to the pasture since dinner had been a complete and utter disaster.
Murphy and Barker joined them for a marvelous evening—along with their wives—for screaming, cursing, and his personal favorite…crying. Murphy’s spouse, Evie, called him every name and then some, while Alex, Barker’s wife, sat in her seat softly sobbing. Somewhere before dessert but after dinner Sienna snuck off.
“Dear wife,” he whispered in her ear before he placed his coat over her shoulders. “I will extend to you my sincerest apologies for not being forthright, but you must promise to never make me sit through anything similar to that again.” Confident he wouldn’t beturned into a toad when she chuckled he pulled her back into his chest.
“They’re worried about their men.”
“I gave them a choice this afternoon.” Drake buried his nose into the careless curls constructed on top of her head. “It is out of my hands,” he murmured, submerging himself in her sweet scent.
“Evie and Alex are not angry at you per se. They’re mad at the amount of loyalty their husbands display toward you and their country.”
“I am not the villain here.” He sighed. “Am I yours?”
Sienna turned in his arms.
Slow drifting snow caught on her long eyelashes, illuminating her beautiful face. Drake captured her lips, and attacked her sweet mouth. Only for a moment, he thought to himself before he released her.
“Why did you stop, Captain? Afraid you’ll lose your mind?” She continued to tempt him with tiny kisses to the underside of his chin. The sum of her powers were too great for one person alone. Extreme anger or sadness could send her into a downward spiral. It had taken Sienna years to learn how to control the balance of her emotions. Otherwise, the sanctity of her sanity would be put into question. Drake remembered all too clearly when she nearly went mad.
“I was falling in love with you,” Sienna replied.
Drake felt that she was wrong and it was the other way around. His raw need for Sienna almost certainly sent her over the edge. Even now, every time he got too close another spark of magic would course through his veins. He couldn’t imagine what a huge wave of her power would do to him.
“Tell me, Captain, are you afraid of the devil in me or is it the devil in you?” Sienna rose on the tips of her toes to kiss the side of his mouth. Weeks had gone by where he didn’t think he would ever see her again. Drake felt the soft palm of her hand caress his face, while she sweetly nipped at his neck. Regardless of his wants or needs, he understood what was at stake for the both of them.
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